March 15, 2016

Running in the rain – “No way, virus! You’re not welcome in here!” Icebathing – “Bugger off! Find yourself another body!!” 12-hour-swimming – “Overtime. Again…” – “No worries, I’ll help you.” – “Pretty stressful job with this body, huh? How about I treat you to a little holiday of, say, two weeks? And I’ll keep an eye on things while you’re gone…” (In bed with the flu:) “AAAAAaaargh.”

That’s how it goes: you’re just training for the marathon and suddenly you get the flu and now you’re proud not to get back to bed right after breakfast because it was so overly exhausting to eat a scone. An experience I could have well gone without, the more so as I am completely lacking exercise – the last time I was feverish I listened to fairy tale records in my bed…